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Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

I am she - The Dragonian’s Witch (The First Witch #1) by Meg Xuemei X

"This is an adventure filled with fantasy, sci-fi, drama and romance. It has angels, witches, hybrids, shifters and a lot more species ever imagined. I’ll try not to give too much spoilers for this book ;)
All the characters were interesting. " - Dannah, Goodreads

Description:

Published: June 12th, 2017

He abducts me to find his fated mate, unaware that I am she.

I am Freyja, the First Witch. I was born with a cruel curse: anyone I touch with my bare skin will die an agonizing death. That is, until a formidable, drop-dead gorgeous Dragonian prince invades my forest home.

The oracle promises the witch will be his true queen and bring him the greatest kingdom on Earth. Knowing he’s the only man who can touch me, I crave his scorching caress. But I’ve sworn never to reveal that I am the witch. Not until he chooses me above her.

When the mating frenzy drives both of us to the brink of insanity, someone has to give, but it won’t be me.

EXCERPT

THE
DRAGONIAN’S WITCH

I
surveyed the surroundings. If I escaped into the woods, Lucas would find me.
The shifter’s nose had to be as good as my wolves’. That was why Ares had
brought him along. I wondered what his animal was. Judging from his size, he
could be a white lion or a bear.

If I escaped to the plains, the guardians
would spot me. They weren’t in league with me yet. If Ares caught me running
away, he would chain me for the rest of the trip.

“Why are we stopping here, Ares?” the
horned Dragonian asked.

“Freyja needs a bath,” Ares said with
irritation.

“The wolf girl?” the horned one asked.
“And you let her have her way? We need to be on our way. We’ve wasted enough
time just tracking her.”

Ares snarled. “I’ll decide what we need
or don’t need.”

The others gathered around in the
clearing, sitting on the rocks. Some of them took off their boots with
satisfied groans.

That was exactly what I’d planned for
them to do—to get in the water with me. Over four months on the road, rushing
from one place to another to look for me, they had to be desperate for the feel
of a warm woman. When they saw me naked, their needs would be raging. And when
they came for me, they’d get what they deserved.

I would soon be reunited with my pack.

I removed my gloves, kicked off my
boots, and dropped my cloak. I breathed in the fresh, damp air. The lake
smelled different from the hot spring in my forest, but its earthy scent
blending with the sweet honeysuckle was equally pleasant.

What would come next might not be as pleasant,
but I had to gain back my freedom.

Within seconds, I was clad in only my
undergarments. My skin prickled with exhilaration as it met the clean air.

Ares cleared his throat to remind me of
my modesty. If he was so concerned about my decency, why wasn’t he turning
around as well?

His men stopped what they were doing and
stared at me.

I slowly pulled the last of my garments
over my head and lazily stretched my limbs. My bountiful breasts and perky, red
nipples were generous for every eye to see and appreciate.

As I twisted my torso for another long
stretch and bent down, I saw the men’s jaws drop in shock. Yet none of them
moved their heated gaze from me.

I straightened and turned away from
them, my fingers on the top lines of my panties, ready to pull it off my long,
toned legs.

“Freyja!” Ares shouted.

I wheeled toward him. “What?” I asked
innocently.

“Turn around!” he roared at his men.
“Don’t fucking look at her if you want your fucking eyes stay in their
sockets!”

Of course, they wanted their eyes staying
in their sockets. The men obeyed, though slowly.

Wonderful! Ares—the prude—had just
sabotaged my perfect plan.

But he wasn’t that prudent since he
himself hadn’t turned around. His gaze, heated, dark, and furious, locked with
mine. I tilted my head in challenge. What’s
the harm in having a look? You’re looking.

His gaze dipped lower to my breasts,
then lower—I’d pulled my panties half an inch down. When he tore his eyes from
my body and stayed on my face by sheer will, a sudden fire of possessiveness
leapt in them, turning his irises deeply molten gold.

“Stop what you’re doing,” he said, his
voice hoarse as if he hadn’t spoken for a while.

“But I’m going to have a bath,” I said.
“Who bathes with their clothes on?”

“There are men around!” he said. “You
can’t go traipsing around naked in the wilderness.”

“Why do you think I even consider any of
them, or you,” I asked, “a man? Haven’t you seen a naked woman before? I’m sure
your men need to wash themselves, too. Their smell, yours included, nearly
choked me half to death from a mile away.”

Actually he smelled really good.

I heard someone chuckle. Ares growled
nastily and the chuckles died off immediately.

“It’s a big lake,” I said with a small
shrug. “There’s plenty of room for all of us.”

“Like hell I’ll let them share the lake
with you naked,” he said. “There’re social rules.”

“But you just said we’re in the
wilderness,” I said, putting confusion into my voice. “Who’s going to govern
the rules?”

“I am,”
he said. Then he yelled at the men. “Go patrol the perimeter and don’t look
this way.”

The men picked up their weapons and
slowly scattered.

“Are you sending them away so you can
get into the lake with me alone?” I asked.

“No, I’m not getting in the lake with
you,” he said. “But I’ll watch you. If you think you’re clever enough to pull
this stunt and slip away, think twice. So far, I’ve been courteous. But if you
keep causing trouble, you’ll force my hand. Then I’ll have to get rough with
you and tie you up and drag you behind me. I don’t care that Ventus has taken a
liking to you. Just remember, his fealty is always to me.”

I pulled my panties off and tossed it on
top of the pile of my clothes. Dark fire leapt in his eyes and his gaze drifted
down toward the valley between my thighs. He wanted me. He wanted me badly. He
looked like he was ready to stalk toward me.

Did I really want him to die? My body
tensed at the thought.

Ares inhaled sharply, his knuckles
turning white on his sides, but he didn’t move toward me.

“Earth,” I said, walking toward the
lake. “All this drama over a bath.”

“By undressing yourself like that in
front of my men,” he spat, “you put yourself in danger and them in a tough
spot. If any of them loses control and touches you, I would have to punish them
severely.”

“Right, I’ve learned it the hard way,” I said, intentionally
dipping my gaze down at the bulge at his groin covered by his sculpted armor.

His eyes glittered with amber fire.
“You’re now my responsibility, Freyja,” he said. “I have to guarantee that
you’re well treated and unharmed until the day you’re allowed to go your way.”

“I’m so touched,” I said.

Obviously, he didn’t like my tone since
he was probably expecting my gratitude. His next words were full of acid. “You
have no problem getting completely naked but flustered at my hard-on,” he
asked. “Why is that?”

“You go figure it out.” I brushed him
off, knowing that would irk him more.

When I sent him one last glance filled
with disdain, I caught such ravenous hunger in his eyes that the heat pooled
within my belly again.

Meg Xuemei X is an award-winning author of steamy paranormal and sci-fi romance. She finds it dreamingly delightful to be around drop-dead gorgeous alpha males who are forever tormented by her feisty heroines, formidable alien angels, wild shifters, haughty fey, dark vampires, and cunning witches.

She's visited the universe of The Empress of Mysth, The First Witch, and Dark Chemistry. Next she'll boldly go to the badland of The Wickedest Witch. At this moment, in her southern California abode, she's packing as many forbidden weapons as she can carry. Her favorite one was a magical whip.

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